Disclaimer: No, I don't own Inuyasha. But if I did, I probably still wouldn't change anything.

Warning: There are a lot of...suggestive themes in this chapter, mostly Inuyasha thinking dirty thoughts. I just wanted to have some fun before all the drama starts to pour in. This chapter is all about Inuyasha and his raging hormones. He gave me permission to write this.

Inuyasha: I DID NOT!

This is what he gets for not letting me write fluff…little punk.

And this is as close as this story's gonna get to a lemon! I'm not good at them, so I hope you like this...

IF YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE READING THIS, PLEASE DON'T (you know who you are under-agers!). I know you will anyway, but at least they can't say I didn't tell you so. Still, I won't go into too much detail. :smirks at her crossed fingers:

Scroll Eleven
Butterfly

They were in the unnamed forest and the sun was already setting. To think that just a couple of days ago he saw her as an enemy and they had fought constantly for the custody of the jewel. Now they were maturely discussing the life cycles and nature of animals.

"That's impossible!"

"It's true."

"Oh yeah? Prove it!"

"Why can't you just take my word for it?"

Though they still did fight. Just a little.

He grunted and crossed his arms, watching the dead leaves fall from trees as the wind blew them away. He looked down at her from his favorite tree and watched as her chest slowly rose up and down with her breathing. Then he narrowed his eyes to the mountains. "I just wanna see them."

Kikyou continued to look into the distance, watching the birds make their last trip across the flushed sky. She was sitting on the trunk of the tree Inuyasha was resting on as well, though he was a good ten feet above her. After a while, she grabbed her bow and arrows. Getting up, she turned her head slightly to the right. "Come and see then."

He looked down at her through the branches of the trees. He looked away again. It was so hard not to keep staring at her. Especially when her curves showed so brilliantly in the twilight. It didn't matter how baggy or conservative the attire she wore was because it was plain she had a nice...a nice...form. But he didn't want to get caught staring again. He could wait until she bathed again tomorrow. No, not to peep on her, mind you. He wasn't some kind of pervert. He'd be there to...make sure no one else peeped on her. But it'd probably be best if she didn't know. Stealing one last glance at her, he waited until she was a fair distance away and jumped down from the tree to join her.

She took him deep into the forest; every tree that they passed by was explored casually by the miko. Finally, they stopped in front of a small leafless tree. She turned to look at him, the same serious expression he had seen since day one. "Look here," she ordered.

He uncertainly went over to where she had directed. He was expecting something great, something fantastic. But all he saw was something that looked like a deformed acorn. He stared at it for a while, and for a moment he was sure the miko had lied. That didn't look anything like what he was searching for. "What the hell is that?" he asked impatiently.

She looked at the cocoon and said, "That is the butterfly."

He looked at her skeptically. Then looked back at the deformed acorn. The shell looked hard and it protected whatever dwelled inside. If only he could take off its outfit to look at the beauty inside. He poked at is with his claw.

"Stop that."

He stopped immediately, an automatic response to the scolds he had received as a child. But he kept his eyes determined on the acorn, waiting to see if a butterfly was truly within it's hard and round shell. But he found no signs of life in its stiff facade.

He wasn't a very patient guy, and its indolence irked him immensely. When the hell was it going to come out! It wasn't as if he had all the time in the world to wait for it!

"It takes some time for it to come out," he heard the miko explain. She turned to walk away. "We can come back here when that time comes."

Inuyasha's silver ears twitched at her last sentence.

They'd come back here.

It was a promise.

He looked at Kikyou's departing form then looked back at the cocoon. He bit his lower lip. Maybe the butterfly should take its time.

-

He was feeling particularly "eager" that evening, though he didn't know why. Maybe it was because of the way the jewel on the miko's neck rolled its pink-self tauntingly around the front of her neck. As he jumped from tree to tree, the jewel glistened brilliantly with the help of the moonlight, and it laughed at Inuyasha, sparkling victoriously as it continued to roll tentatively in the miko's pale flesh. This was the first time he had ever had the urge to beat up an inanimate object.

He inhaled deeply, attempting to calm himself, but it further excited him as he caught the priestess's scent. It was nice to not have her smell like demon blood all the time, but right now he wished she were the foulest smelling person on Earth. She smelled so nice, just like the forest that he had made his home. But tonight she had an extra scent. The scent that told male demons it was time to mate.

Damn.

She was in heat.

No wonder he was feeling lecherous.

Suddenly his breathing got out of control as he did the stupidest thing any guy can do while trying to prevent excitement: he checked her out some more.

He didn't do it on purpose. He didn't want to have dirty thoughts about her. No. He didn't want to think about the feel of that pale flesh of hers pressed against his own, or her small hands roaming his rough skin, or wrapping his own hands around her swaying hips as he pumped himself madly into her, or...no! This was exactly what he didn't want to think about!

What he was feeling now was merely lust. And he knew what he felt for her was deeper than that, deeper than skin.

Shaking his head, he bit his lip and it calmed him down some. If the miko could control her carnal needs, then surely he could too. But then, that made him wonder...how did she take care of her physical desires?

But just as soon as he thought of that he regretted it. Because now all he could think about was her and masturbation. Would she touch her body like that? Were those deadly hands of hers used to pleasure herself? Did she look just like she did back at the river, shaking and letting out broken gasps of air? Did she moan out loud and enjoy every minute of it, or did she bite her lip, suppressing the urge to scream out in ecstasy and maybe feel guilty afterward? Did she slowly rock herself or did she do it fast to get it over with? Did she keep her sensual brown eyes open to see herself come or did she shut them tight to the ecstasy of her skin? And did she enjoy the lustful taste of herself or was she one who hid any trace of her physical pleasure?

Was she even a virgin?

He growled at the warmth on his cheeks. Of course she was! She had to be! But it wasn't as if he had any way of knowing. Maybe if he were a full demon, he'd have a sense of smell strong enough to tell if she was untouched. Well, even if she weren't, all that would be in the past, right? But then thoughts of another man feeling her body, tasting her body, enjoying her body were enough to cause him to lash out at the tree he was standing on.

"Inuyasha, are you alright?"

He looked down at her alarmed face.

It would be so easy to take her right now, so easy to claim her body.

No! Why was he thinking like that! He didn't want her body! Well…not like that! Damn it! Why was it so hard on him!

"Coming?" she asked.

This got him off balance, and he fell from the tree. How could that one word sound so…hot?

Kikyou watched his foot twitch as he struggled to get his face off the ground. "Inuyasha…?"

"I'm fine!" he said almost angrily, the heat in his cheeks growing hotter and hotter.

She coolly walked over to him and held out her hand.

He frowned, looking at her hand suspiciously. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

Kikyou looked surprised for a moment but that emotion quickly vanished and was replaced with a gentler face. "It means 'let me help you.'"

Inuyasha's eyebrows widened a bit in surprise but quickly furrowed them again though she continued to keep her hand extended for him to take. His head shot to the side and he mumbled, "Don't need help…" as he (with much effort) helped himself up.

Kikyou let out a small sigh and reluctantly let her hand fall to her side. "Inuyasha, if I'm annoying you, just say so."

Inuyasha was taken aback by her statement and didn't know what to say. What would make her think he didn't want her with him? "I uh…I…" he stuttered, fighting for a response. Finally he let out an answer that always worked. "Feh."

He saw her get confused and thinking she mistook his "answer," he added, "I don't care if you're here or not."

She looked to the stars. After a while, she said, "It's getting late." She started to walk away.

He turned angrily at her departing form. "I didn't say 'leave'!"

She turned to him and smiled. Motioning with her eyes to a stream that he had somehow managed to miss, she said, "I merely wanted to get a drink of water."

Blushing, he looked away. "Whatever."

While she slowly reached the glistening stream, he leaped up to a tree and sat on a thick limb of its many branches.

It was a mystery to him how she could abandon her only means of defense to the side, calmly get down on one knee, gently cup her hands together and dip them tediously into the crystal water. It was as if she didn't have a care in the world, as if she'd never heard of the mighty jewel dangerously dangling around her neck.

Well, no matter how careless the miko seemed, he couldn't delight in taking her same reckless attitude. So as she enjoyed her drinking supply, he was stuck with the duty of looking out for any lurking enemies. He sighed, annoyed. In any case, it would benefit them both. She would drink to her heart's content and he would get distracted from constantly watching her. No! She would drink her water, and he would make sure no one got close enough to steal the jewel. (Yeah. Keep telling yourself that.)

He closed his eyes after becoming bored and thought about how he was thirsty as well. But he didn't want to go down there now, not with the miko looking ever so...appetizing. He sighed inwardly. He shouldn't see her at night, lest he lose control of his sanity.

For a moment everything was quiet and he strained to listen to any movement. He opened one eye and closed it again. She was still there.

After he heard her take a few long gulps of water she suddenly asked, "Inuyasha, why do you wish to become full demon?"

He snapped his eyes open and let a surprised expression take over his face. He looked down at her and was about to tell her that it was none of her business when she interrupted, asking, "Do you wish to lose your human heart?"

He sat up straight and looked down at her. He would lose his human heart? "What the hell does that mean?" he asked before he could stop himself.

She looked up at him and kept her composure placid. "Do you wish to lose your feelings?"

His feelings? Like what kind of feelings? He looked hard at Kikyou and she stared back with the same intensity. Then he felt those damn little creatures fluttering around his stomach. He tore his gaze from the miko and focused it on a dangling leaf above his head. 'Oh. Those feelings,' he thought. Those stupid feelings that made him feel, well…stupid. At least he thought they were stupid, because they made him feel funny, and not the ha-ha kind of funny, the this-is-weird kind of funny.

For a long time he had tried to deny it; to deny that he felt little butterflies in his stomach every time he saw her. He knew it wasn't normal, because he had never felt it before, but he didn't think it was anything serious either, since the feeling disappeared whenever she left. However, a new feeling replaced the butterflies when she left, a feeling of "mad boredom," he called it. He didn't know why he felt those strange feelings, so he refused to acknowledge them altogether. Yes. He was sure they would go away eventually.

He looked back down at her and saw that she was still staring at him, a familiar seriousness in her face. "Feh…I don't care…" he said. "It's not like I want to keep any of them."

For some reason this seemed to anger the miko, because she got up with her bow and arrows in place and walked off, not looking back once. Inuyasha looked at her as if she had grown another head. What the hell was wrong with her?

He was about to call out to her, but she turned around before he could, a single glistening tear sliding down from the corner of her cinnamon eye to her pale cheek.

Oh. No.

"Are...are you crying?"

Suddenly she collapsed, and she held herself as loud sobs filled the quiet forest. "Inuyasha..." she whispered silently in between tears and whines.

Inuyasha immediately jumped off of his tree and landed some feet from her, watching her shake uncontrollably, not even attempting to calm down. What the hell?

"Kikyou...?" he began, moving a bit closer. Was this really Kikyou? Was this loud and broken woman really the protector of the jewel? The woman he had seen so many times with an emotionless face?

He began to fidget, not really knowing what to do. What do you do when you make a girl cry? "Uh...stop crying!" he commanded. Perhaps in another world this would have worked, but instead it made the girl cry louder until she covered her mouth with one hand as if she knew she was being a bit too loud.

As much screaming as she was doing, it didn't bother Inuyasha's ears much, but it sure unnerved him to the point where he bit his lower lip so hard it bled. "Ugh...dammit! Can you at least tell me what I did?" he asked a bit angrily.

It had the effect he wished for though, because she immediately ceased her cries. "Inuyasha..." she whispered again, staring intently at him through shiny, blood-shot eyes.

Suddenly his heart seemed to skip a beat. And he could feel his eyes soften at her image. He hadn't noticed it before, but he was very close to the miko. So close he could see her puffy eyes and flushed cheeks wet with tears. So close he could hear her soft and slow breaths as it followed the beat of her heart. So close he could feel her aura intertwining with his. So close he could smell the heat that he knew was spreading through her inner thighs. So close he could almost taste the thick pink lips that threatened to engulf his first if he did not make a move. So close...so close...

He froze when he felt her small hands grab his shoulders and pull him to her, pressing her forehead against his and brushing her lips against his own. "Inuyasha..." she said more clearly now, letting his name roll out of her tongue seductively.

That voice swept right down to his groin. "W-what?" he asked uncertainly, feeling his face go up in flames. With one swift move of her tongue, she licked his lower lip.

He would have jumped either out of her face or onto her body had it not been for the miko's firm grip on his tense shoulders. So all he could do now was stare stupidly at her as she brought her tongue back into her mouth, as if savoring his taste. "You're bleeding," she stated.

He sucked on his lower lip, forgetting that he himself had inflicted the cut on that fold of flesh, and sure enough he tasted the metallic flavor of his blood. "Y-yeah...?" he stuttered the broken word out. His voice was out of balance and his Adam's apple threatened to choke him if he didn't control the tempo of his heart.

"Yeah," was all she said before softly bringing her lips up to his.

Her hands roamed delicately to the back of his head, and she gently dug her fingers into his silver locks, pulling him closer as she continued to press her lips on his. "Mmm..." she moaned, dragging her tongue over his lower lip and begging him for an entrance.

Inuyasha growled and wrapped his arms around her, smashing their bodies together and trying to suppress the demands of his groin. He felt her get weak and he slowly let her fall onto the long blades of grass below.

He set himself on top of her, one leg on either side of her hips, and he looked at her hungrily, as if waiting for a formal invitation. She smiled beautifully up at him, and he smiled nervously back. "Kikyou..." he said, watching as some strands of his silver hair reached to caress the miko's covered chest. Was this really happening? Was this Kikyou? Or was it her desire to be touched? She was in heat, after all.

"Inuyasha, please," she whispered so he could barely hear her. Suddenly, she roughly pulled him to her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him until she broke it for a breath. "I need you."

That was all Inuyasha needed to hear.

He kissed her, sucking on that thick lower lip of hers and enjoying the soft moans that traveled from her throat and escaped through her mouth. He pressed himself closer to her, needing to feel the heat of her body but finding little, and for a moment it unnerved him. However, bold movements from Kikyou's hand made him forget completely.

He broke the kiss and looked down at her, feeling his face burn up once again. Her hand was right between his legs and she had gently pulled at his member.

He growled when she pulled again and fought desperately to keep his amber eyes on her. "K-Kikyou," he let out.

She smiled at him and grabbed one of his hands with her free one, lacing her fingers through his. "Inuyasha…" she whined. "Now!" she commanded, pulling him again, a little harder this time.

He lost all common sense at that point, and trapped her mouth in his, grabbing one of her breasts and toying dangerously around with it. He could feel her nipple harden through her haori, and he smirked when she gasped as he ripped open the thin, white cloth off, leaving her completely exposed to the night breeze and his golden eyes.

He lost no time in pleasing her and led his mouth directly to the pale breasts, teasing one with his tongue and the other with his claws. With one amber eye open, he could see her shut her own orbs tightly to the warmth of his mouth.

With one discreet touch of his knee she spread her legs open, and he took the opportunity to position himself comfortably between them. He had never done this before, but that didn't matter at the moment. All that mattered right now was her...

And the incessant pain on the back of his head.

What the hell?

"Inuyasha...?"

What...? Who was that?

"Inuyasha?"

That was his name...right?

"Inuyasha...!"

Who was calling his name?

"Inuyasha!"

Damn. If only everything weren't so dark...

And freezing cold!

He sat up quickly, taking in huge gasps of air and coughing out whatever it was that went in through his nostrils. "What the fuck?"

"You fell asleep," said a feminine voice.

He looked up and saw Kikyou standing over him, holding something that looked like a shiny bowl. He gave her a glare of confusion and anger. "That doesn't mean—"

Before he could finish that thought, her haori caught his eye. It was torn. It didn't take long for Inuyasha's brain to register everything into a simple, understandable theory.

They were about to mate and he fell asleep.

Kikyou noticed Inuyasha's roaming eyes, and instinctively pulled the fold on her haori to block out any unwanted views. "How could you fall asleep...?"

"Look, I don't know what happened! I didn't mean to fall asleep!" started Inuyasha. He really didn't know he had fallen asleep.

"...While I fought that demon?" finished Kikyou, and she pointed to a dead water demon. It was a fish to be exact, a ten-foot, three-eyed demon fish, but a fish nonetheless.

"Y...you were fighting that demon?" asked Inuyasha in disbelief. "Then how did..." he mumbled, pointing at her haori with one lazy claw.

"It...surprised me," she explained, pulling once again at her torn haori. She threw the bowl to the side (which was really a fish scale) and pushed some of her raven bangs back. "And it was pretty hard trying to wake you up while fighting it. But then you fell on your head and that finally woke you up."

"Uh...so we didn't..." Inuyasha shut his lips before he could finish that thought. 'Was...was it all just a dream?'

"Didn't what?" asked Kikyou, delicately raising one eyebrow.

Inuyasha looked into her eyes, and once again, the butterflies returned. He probably wouldn't have minded them much, if the woman's damned nude image wouldn't accompany them. "Feh. It was nothing."

End of Scroll Eleven

Yes! I is finished! Wow. This is pretty long! Well, review please! And sorry for the (what I like to call) blah ending. I wanted to get this out NOW.

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